A sin is normally followed by two.
Two palms angled towards the sky,
Twice more times it's repeated in lieu,
Such are us, fledglings who cry and try.
He is all-forgiving, He is kind.
Many a time eyes bright but too blind,
To ask to plead to leave it all behind,
All the while saying 'This is where I draw the line'.
Why should faces shy away, be hidden?
Hesitance, to ask and be forgiven,
Often is done at the hour of eleven,
How i feel so far away from Heaven.
I don't normally write spititual pieces but I've been holding on to this for a long time. We're all battling our inner selves in a constant war between good & evil, and it's fair to feel like you're losing sometimes, such is the journey of self-discovery. What's important is to never give in, and find that fine balance that keeps you in check and sane, for the most part.